It goes against all my preconceived notions about myself.
Like I was Art
She showed me the photo she’d taken without my knowing it And I looked at it And I looked at it And I said nothing It wasn’t… Read more “Like I was Art”
Other than this last week, I’ve spent months in silence. Sometimes I think I am too much of a perfectionist about what I post on here, and that’s why it’s so hard for me to post regularly. So here I am posting something that scares my perfectionism to death: unpolished, unedited, unfiltered. Not a story. Just me, spilled onto paper.